For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Ishira suddenly understood why people feared him.
It wasn’t because he shouted.
It was because he stayed calm.
The kind of calm that made everyone else nervous.
“You look lost,” Ivaan said finally.
His deep voice sent chills through the quiet room.
Ishira leaned lightly against the door behind her. “Maybe I wanted to get lost.”
One corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Not quite a smile.
Something darker.
Rain crashed loudly outside while silence stretched between them again.
He kept looking at her like he was studying every detail.
The black silk dress hugging her body.
Her blonde hair falling over bare shoulders.
The slight unsteadiness in her movements.
But despite the darkness in his gaze, he never looked disrespectful.
That somehow made him even more dangerous.
“You shouldn’t drink this much around strangers,” he said quietly.
Ishira tilted her head. “And are you a stranger?”
“Yes.”
The answer came instantly.
Cold.
Honest.
But his eyes contradicted it completely.
Because the way he looked at her didn’t feel unfamiliar at all.
It felt possessive.
Like he had already memorized her long before tonight.
Ishira slowly stepped closer toward him.
“You’ve been staring at me all night,” she whispered.
Ivaan didn’t deny it.
Instead, he answered softly—
“And you noticed.”
Her heartbeat quickened.
Everything about him felt intense without effort. He barely moved, barely spoke, yet the entire room seemed to revolve around his presence.
“You know my name,” she said carefully.
“I know many things about you, butterfly.”
Butterfly.
The nickname sounded strangely intimate coming from him.
Ishira swallowed slowly. “Who are you really?”
Silence.
Then Ivaan took one slow step closer.
Close enough for her to smell smoke and rain on his clothes.
Close enough for tension to become unbearable.
“A man you should stay away from.”
His voice lowered with the words.
Warning her.
But instead of fear, something reckless rose inside her.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was curiosity.
Or maybe it was the way this terrifying man touched her gaze like she was the only thing in the world worth looking at.
Without thinking further, Ishira grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed her lips against his.
For the first second, Ivaan froze completely.
As if even he hadn’t expected her boldness.
Then his hand suddenly gripped her waist firmly, pulling her closer while the kiss deepened with dangerous intensity.
The world outside disappeared.
Only him remained.
His touch.
His warmth.
The terrifying control slowly slipping beneath her hands.
Ishira felt breathless when they finally pulled apart slightly.
Their foreheads almost touched.
Ivaan’s breathing remained controlled, but his grey eyes had darkened completely now.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he murmured.
But Ishira kissed him again instead of answering.
And somewhere deep inside, for the first time in years—
Ivaan Mehra felt his control begin to break.
Ishira started to unbutton his shirt. When ivaan stopped her.
"Butterfly you will regret."
But she ignored and unbutton his shirt when ivaan lost his control and........
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